out of Context;
‘none of us has to do a damn thing Here as regarding a need to be moralistically advanced in a right superior to be had as to boast that this particular person specially chosen for gifts and skills far ahead of the usual development cycles always in development whether through the furnace of hells undreamt of putting pressure on your heels slowing your rhythm as you walk strut or swagger to find your place anywhere in the mess, and repressed by the best of a them versus us because there is no trust or lost love digging to find the hate for our enemies trained a couple transmissions over the course of our lives at the period when there are few certainties anymore except the nostalgia that hits when broken phantoms appear…’
out of Context;
‘histrionic account of what it is happened since we arrived on this planet… male energy as masochistic as machismo infecting a worldwide worry machine manifest as the natural mutant to harsh and obscene consequences officiated by oblivious idiots too obvious to take anything real seriously except for their own selfish welfare distorted in a proportion out of place with what real living takes, and yet the idols we seem used to as worship were all men figured as leader respected more than others even though their powers were only as good as the people who chose to follow them speculating a future without their savior too late to claim a fruitful escape from history turned chains by civilizations of consensus spent warping time and space…’
out of Context;
‘pursuing the spoken word as fragment of this other realm where things get lost so easily in the silence that stings with quiet determination as sciences and faiths waging wars between those as enslaved and demon elite hordes who claim to have mastery over land sea and air to such a degree so as to be acquiring all those resources that are required to survive, considered a plan to derive a vague “greater good†process from all of those life-giving qualities Now defied by animosity in a scarcity implanted like dark seed to allow these pains and misery of the interested debt…’
out of Context;
‘when the illusion is shattered and enlightens that arranging society on stage for yet another dramatic Mystery play onto unfold Here, instead opting for the mise en abyme as ‘placed into the abyss’ or ‘self-awareness’ or just ‘to put in the center’ making this as a final meaning of great importance where misery doesn’t even enter into the picture on human struggle made manifest or real in this personal enlightenment… in this misery literature turning fates into feats and meta into meat poets pondering as the master switch regulates gene expression, embryonic development, or whatever initiates cancer within us and our ceremonies…’
out of Context;
‘cutting static reality like lips waking from a knife scraping into the skin, of a softer substance still and precious while under the watchful eye of a parent or caretaker even if under illusion of human can be projected like a mask in the eyes and minds of those untrusted, and unknown people who filter throughout life’s endless doorways both demanding and describing circumstance as macabre sway to which we all dance and obey like truth played against us like odds stacked high to crucify those not aware of the method by which a subjective daily madness wins…’
out of Context;
‘like glands in thin skin sweating to expel frail feelings in the human conditioning we endure as creative killers of creatures big and small, or as these conquerors taking every opportunity to sit at the top of the heap for the briefest of moments fleeting afterward of such power vacuums within this harshly-compressed continuum expressed progress into the future through quaint frames of terminology like ‘civilization’ when the real truth is the farthest from an ideal upheld as loophole opens up from which all manner of unforeseen things crawl out as from Pandora’s box…’
out of Context;
‘worming through shit to reach a higher plateau as weight and pressure inflict themselves upon a creatures’ physiology embedded within the expanse of the macrocosm trying to pry away and to force every single microcosm to be digested remarked upon and defined by itself and responsible of consequences as a living memory as the Self embodied is as this, worm turns conqueror or snake as ouroboros of our lifeline determined Now as the singularity represented by each one of us in the out there as beasts manipulated by our own atavism through the learned traditions, and their slanted biases over our eyes…’
out of Context;
‘within the same timeline for us to perceive whether by glitch in the programming or through supreme intelligent design, if these windows can allow us an insight into worlds perhaps never realized in our lifetimes it is even though there may be vast amounts of these random ‘feast-scripts’ recorded inundating everyone as the sum of the expressions furnished by sense before they have been unified into the synthesis of understanding, and the thoughts and feelings attached to modes of particulars as perception filters and stains our personal experiences…’
out of Context;
‘is it that absurd to believe that time travel is capability through death’s passionate throes as means to escape in this futile sense the present qualities of constriction that some of us DO experience beyond the common acceptance of mere physical senses representing our reality, a rare few of us are capable of seeing much further into the vast expanse while in this human form than many other people trying to feel and understand what it is that is exactly visible as in how much it differs from the rest…’
out of Context;
‘we as the people, who have decided to manifest as the wicked skeletons fleshed out of a darkened closet that polite programmed society tries to keep welded shut felt as damage not as a chapter in history from which there is much to be learned, but we can only start doing this as real people if we grant ourselves the power to resist the vampire drain masked as beneficial when seeing this lie should push manic resistance from our lips…’